Trust your sight, through the night | O, abandoned kit

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    Shattered and broken

    I’m feeling hopeless — tags

    When the calico with the small white kit padded to the edge of the camp, the mother stopped. The other kits were waiting back at the hiding place, and they were yet to be ‘delivered’. In fact, the mother felt horrible, like a cuckoo. But she would last. She took the small kit in her jaws and put it down. Them she licked it for the last time in a long while. “Welcome to your new clan, Diamondkit,” she said, smiling melancholically. And then whispered. “And always remember who you are. A jewel.”

    After that, the maine coon left, leaving the small, short-haired kit with a diamond around her neck at the place, the kit smelling around curiously.



    a strange scent was floating about the camp, setting ivynose slightly on edge. was there a loner hanging about, not realizing that most of the windclan cats could smell them? the ebony warrior was frowning slightly as he tilted his head towards the camp entrance, deciding that he should probably go investigate why there was the scent of a loner floating into camp. with a flick of his tail, the tom was off towards the entrance, cautiously pushing through it and peering around. he couldn't see anything amiss off the top of his head, everything seemed as it should be.


    nose twitching as he continued to follow the scent, he was surprised when the first thing he found was nothing other than a small she-kit, head moving around as she investigated her surroundings as a curious kit did. the sight made him a little relieved, that it wasn't some kind of a bigger threat, but it also made him confused: it was easy to see that she was not of windclan, so unless she had somehow escaped from a clan - which was unlikely, considering that she smelt of no clan - or left her parents despite being so young, then what'd happened?


    "hi," he said softly, giving the kit a gentle smile. "what's your name, darling? why're you here?" even if she was trespassing, nearly in camp herself, and wasn't windclan, why would he be even mildly unpleasant with her? he always did have a soft spot for kits, too.


    [ sorry if i misunderstood her location or something, whoops. welcome to windclan!! ]






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    [ marbled tabby bengal mix with milky blue blind eyes ] [ six moons ] [ male ] [ trad. windclan ]


    an unfamiliar scent flooded the mabled tabby's nostrils, his whiskers twitching curiously. hmm- an intruder? well, whomever it was, they smelled milky, so they probably posed no threat to windclan. he also caught wind of the cat who had accompanied the strange kit, but it seemed they hadn't stuck around. had they been abandoned like hawkkit had?


    "who is this?" he inquired as he padded up to his clanmate's side, though his tone didn't show too much interest.







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    Shattered and broken

    I’m feeling hopeless — tags

    The kit looked up at the tom, smiling awkwardly, then looking a bit scared. She would have answered, but she was too small already. The kit knew her mother wasn’t coming back. She was an extremely intuitive kit. Why would she anyways? She was just a bag of fur nobody needed. The kit padded towards the big cat, glancing over to the bengal. Then she let out a soft mew. “Sta-stay,” she would repeat after her mother.






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    [ marbled tabby bengal mix with milky blue blind eyes ] [ six moons ] [ male ] [ trad. windclan ]


    a warm wave of pity melted the frosty exterior of his heart at the kit's pleading mewl, one of his tawny ears giving a flick. oh, she'll fare just fine, he thought to himself. even if her mother doesn't have a change of heart and return for her. after all, he doubted she were blind or anything, like himself. the pang of sympathy within his chest twisted into one of bitterness- how could a queen leave her young just like that? just like he'd been left to wonder why he wasn't enough for his own mother. in his own case, though, he didn't entirely blame her. i don't think any she-cat pictures her future kits being born blind. it must have been a shock.






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